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Komori is going to die.
Very much die.
In the hands of Sakusa Kiyoomi.
“NOW WAIT”
“KIYOOMI LET’S TALK FOR A BIT”
“KIYOOMI SET THE FRYING PAN DOWN”
“KIYOOMI PLEASE IT WAS A MISTAKE.”
And Sakusa abruptly stops.
A mistake.
Definition (thank you to the webster dictionary).
Mistake: a transitive verb.
- To blunder in the choice of
- To make a wrong judgement of the character of ability of
- To identify wrongly: confuse with another.
A m.i.s.t.a.k.e
“A mistake?” Sakusa says with a chuckle. “You think what you did was a simple mistake?”
“Komori the only way you will fix this is if you die.”
“KIYOOMI WAIT WAIT”
“HOW IS IT MY FAULT THAT YOU HAVE THE BOTH OF THEM UNDER THE NAME MIYA”
“THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IN THE CONTACTS IS ONE IS WITH A CAPITALIZED M”
“And that should be fucking enough, it’s MY phone.” Sakusa says with a yell.
“HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE MIYA WITH A LOWERCASE WAS OSAMU”
“Are those your last words?” Sakusa in a deadly calm voice says.
“LISTEN TO ME IT WAS A MISTAKE I’M SORRY I’LL BUY YOU PICKLED PLUMS EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.”
And Sakusa stops. “Okay. Go.”
“Go?”
“Go buy me pickled plums before I change my fucking mind.”
And Komori RUNS no not a strong word. He almost flies out of his cousin's house.
Here’s what happened a few hours ago.
Komori came over for dinner. Well to make Sakusa dinner because the man can not cook to save his life.
He kept hearing Sakusa rant and rant on how Atsumu’s eyes “sparkle” and shit. And he got tired. Very very tired. So when his dear cousin went to the bathroom he checked his phone.
And Sakusa does not have a password.
So he finds two contacts named Miya and miya. Here he just plays the game “eeny meeny miny mo”
Lo and behold the name “miya” was left.
And so he types a sweet simple confession.
To: miya
From: Sakusa.
I like you. Please go out with me.
Sincerely- Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Komori thought it was a masterpiece. Exactly how his cousin would ask someone out. There was no reply so he set the phone down. And when Sakusa went to check his phone he…
Well quite literally lost his shit.
Because this simple confession was to Miya OSAMU not the person he liked ATSUMU.
So now as Sakusa is waiting for his pickled plums and to hit Komori again, his phone rings.
And the contact lighting up his phone is none other than.
.
.
.
.
miya.